The move yesterday went partially swimmingly. There were a few things that kind of drove me nutty, in that I was driving down Logan almost in tears and trying desperately to find someone to talk to because I was sad. Why?
Madison didn't feel like it, and this place I've moved into didn't either for the short time I was here, but Harbison did. Harbison felt like home to me. And now I have a new home. The thing is freaking huge, it's like the combined size of the upstairs at Harbison. Here's it in a nutshell
That's right, a sheik bed. It has these two little things that hold the drapes back. So when I go to bed I can make it look like nobody's there. The funniest thing so far this weekend is that my mom has so far told me that I'm not allowed any sleepovers which makes me feel about twelve.